Thanks everyone for your kind words about Sam's speech delay. A lot of you (commenting or lurking) have kids who recieve services of some kind. Reading about your experiences, talking to you about what the process has been for your child and seeing how much your children have been helped and had fun with it all has made me feel much more at ease with this whole thing than I think I might have been otherwise. I spoke to the good people at Child Watch today and they said that while Sam is at the earliest point he can be for speech intervention that they would submit his case to the review comittee. We should hear their decision in about two weeks. The intake person made it seem as though he would recieve services of some kind, it's just a matter of whether or not they'll send someone to our home or make us go to a clinic. Please pray that they'd send someone to our house. Hauling an 18 month old to a clinic that will most likely be 30 minutes or more away is not really optimal. Especially not my active, making-up-in-gross-motor-skills-what-he-lacks-in-verbiage child.
Jeff and I are on Day 2 of the South Beach Diet and things are pretty desperate around here. I am ready to kill someone for a piece of fresh fruit and Jeff feels that way about the half a package of sour patch kids that I hid from him. We weighed ourselves on the Wii Fit today so that we can make a graph of our progress over the month. We are nerds like that. Quantifiable data, ho!
In other news, we wear a lot of hats:
My mom made me this hat for Christmas. I know! She MAKES hats!
How adorable is this hat?! I swear, I could eat this child.
By the way, I joined the fire department. Job: reading Baby Hef his stories at night. He's holding his favorite book "Smash That Trash." Jeff and I periodically hide it because we're both so tired of reading it to him but he always finds it. Neither of us have the heart to refuse him when he comes running up to us, clutching that book. Sigh.
Neato hats! Miss you and love you guys lots. Best of luck on the SB Diet. Give Samster a hug for us!
ReplyDeleteI think you know the saga of Rosey-won't-talk, if you've forgotten (of course you have, why would you remember this stuff?? Sometimes the minutiae of my childrens lives rises up and chokes me) she saw a speech therapist at 18 months and had a long relationship with a home-therapist.
ReplyDeleteIt was awesome - for her, for me. You may run into a lot of people telling you that he's too young - relax, he'll be fine - but if you are not quiet in your heart about it, get it checked.
LOVE the hats! Awesome that your Mom does that!
I begged my kids to let me read The Night Before Christmas to them this year. They refused.
ReplyDelete(Ages 21, 20 and 15....what is wrong with them?? ;)
In our house the go-to book was Goodnight Moon. We read it at minimum 1/2 million times.
sorry only just managed to get bloglines to see your blog. He is gorgeous indeed, particularly in hats. And so big!! Good luck with the 365 thing, you are a better woman than I...
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